Hips Don't Lie

Straight From the Heart || Harley and Niall

"It was easy too when Ross gave me her first pep-talk and basically gave me the lay down that you five were not to be taken seriously. Good, then maybe I’ll invite you to America." It only seemed right to offer him a trip there since he had invite her to Ireland. "I would totally be on board and okay with that happening." Considering it was already out of use for her, maybe it would make it easier on her when it came time for her to have her own children. Harley wouldn’t need to stay up tutoring and helping her kids on math homework that she couldn’t even understand. "You’re not normal, maybe, but I am for sure." Smiling when Niall moves closer, Harley repositions herself on her back so that she could look up at him. Though she was entirely grateful for his shift of weight, she tangled her fingers in his shirt because she’s sure that his position would become uncomfortable for him soon. "That alliteration thing again, you’re just trying to impress me now. Hey— my fingers are not that small. " It was a good thing that Harley was infatuated with Niall or with the way that he ruined romantic sentences with a jab at her body would have been a major turn off. "Maybe I should, I would love to their faces when they actually realize that you have a two-legged girlfriend." Harley said with a laugh, not all that surprised that she would have to join him to stop some silly mess. "I pinky promise, and when it’s all out there, maybe I’ll let you pick where I get your face tattooed. Good, don’t worry I’ll make the best out of that gracious leeway."

"I have no idea what we would do without Ross- hey, we are serious musicians! It's just the rest of us that's a little sketchy. Would you? I want to blend in to your American culture, like what's up dudes?" He does the best accent he can, which isn't too bad all things considered. "Oh! I talked to my mum the other day, and she's dying to meet you. Are you up for a trip back to the best land in the world?" He asks, talk of going to her hometown making him remember what he's supposed to be mentioning. "I'm very normal, you're weird." He insists, leaning down to kiss her nose before he's flopping onto his back again but this time taking Harley with him because she doesn't weigh much at all. "I am trying to impress you, the question is if it's working. Fine, your fingers are just small compared to mine," He says, holding up his hand to compare the sizes. He sort of likes her little fingers, as horrible for playing guitar as they are, and he laces their fingers together. "They'll probably ask how much I'm paying you, but you can pick whatever you want for your salary." He reassures her, because she's a kind girl who deserves a quality paycheck. "Really?! That's settled, I'll tweet about it later." Niall thinks it'd be really painful to actually do, but a rumor going around about it can't be too bad. He really wouldn't mind if Harley never did, and he just kisses her cheek contently. "Mornings are so much nicer with you around here."

Straight From the Heart || Harley and Niall

"I was only polite and mannered because I was pretty intimated by you lot at first. Then I learned better. Did you just compliment America? I don’t know if I heard you correctly." This was definitely a first for Harley, seeing that his Irish pride was pretty huge, hearing him say that it was pretty awesome was definitely an accomplishment. “It’s always too early for math, let’s be real here.” Maybe she did poorly in school because she got into the wrong crowd, but she never liked math anyway even when it was easy. “Cereal makes much more sense. Normal people eat that for breakfast, you know? They just haven’t had cuddles from you, I guess.” Harley was only joking, but with the way that Niall was just laying on the bed opposite of her did not classify as cuddling. “I would be all for that, except I’m part of the duet too. I’m not sure that I’m changing my last name anytime soon, even if it’s for a silly duet with you.” Maybe the duet thing wasn’t going to work out if they couldn’t even agree on a name. “Not surprised one bit, Horan. You spend more time with them than with me.” Harley agreed, not bothered because at least it was something that kept him smiling. “You can lie all you want about it. I’m hoping that I’ll be the only one to see it too, trust me.”

"That's just silly, I'm glad you smartened up quick. I might have, I mean I don't really hate any countries." He knows that his home continent always his number one, but he has to like the place that Harley came from too. "Math's going to be obsolete in a couple years here, I am calling it right now." He hated it in school even though he wasn't the worst at it. "I don't know how you have forgotten, but we're not normal people." He doesn't like the space between them, completely without cuddles, and does the first thing that comes to mind which is to roll on top of her. There's always the thought in the back of his head that reminds him that she doesn't have the best lungs though, and seconds later he lifts himself up so he's hovering over her instead. "One Direction won't be breaking up anytime soon, you've got time to consider it and realize the amazing alliteration your name would have. Plus, with a band name like that I'd have to get you a ring for that weak excuse of a finger of yours." He has to make a joke out of it because it was a little too serious of a sentence for them. "You should come with me, I'm pretty sure they think you're a six-stringed instrument." He admits, which makes sense because he uses the word girlfriend for some of his guitars too and he hasn't exactly been correcting them. "No ratting me out, I'm trying to be hardcore enough for a tattoo on your body. Exclusive viewing rights of Niall Horan's willy given to Harley Abernathy, no give-backs."

It's A Bromance || Reed and Niall

"Of course, I feel the love, you weirdo," He laughs, kissing Niall’s cheek just to prove how real their romance really is. "Woah, don’t want people getting the wrong idea though. It might spread across social media and Harley will think I’ve stolen you away from her. That’d probably ruin your chances, man," He points out because he will not be responsible for the downfall of Niall’s love life. "This speech better make headline news and you need to slap this one awful teacher in the face because she called me a failure, but look at me today! I’m curled up on the couch with 1/5 of the most successful boyband in the world."

"I could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love," Niall sings, rocking them back and forth because obviously Adele works for everything. He kisses Reed's cheek right back, pleased with them. "Screw that, there's no shame in two men dancing. Harley's my girlfriend now, she's not going to let some dweeb like you cut in." He says nonchalantly, somewhat forgetting that they had been keeping to themselves for a while now. "I can't slap her, but I'm sure we can figure something out. Does she have a twitter? Plus, babe, you were never a failure even before us anyways."

Straight From the Heart || Harley and Niall

"You almost scared me away with all teasing about America, maybe I’m just nice that I stayed around." Harley almost laughed at the memory when Niall would always bad mouth America, it really wasn’t a memory, Niall continued to poke fun at the other side of the ocean. "That farthest I got in math was two plus two, and that’s still a little complicated for me." Maybe she knew a bit more than that, but she didn’t have the willpower to think of anything harder at the moment, especially when she was able to use a calculator. "For the breakfast in bed one, I’ll have the chorus complaining how you give me fast food all the time. About those mad cuddle skills you claim to have, I’m not so sure where they would be. Maybe the bridge." She could totally see herself being a songwriter, but really, she would struggle rhyming words together. "You have any name ideas?" It was going to be a duet so it had to be a group effort. "Fair enough. Black and silver bedazzling would be pretty rad." It probably wouldn’t look that awesome, but she would be happy with at least one guitar with some kind of bedazzling, even if she wasn’t ever going to touch it. "I would you never showed your cock off to your fans, but you can tell them that you have a piercing there. I just wouldn’t want to see it ever."

"You were all polite and mannered when I first met you, I wanted you to let loose. I actually think America's pretty awesome and I love to go clubbing there," Niall explains a little sheepishly, not wanting to straight out say he was it started as an excuse to talk to her. "It's too early in the morning for that math shit, leave your twos at the door." He has an iPhone for silly math things, he loves his job. "Fast food is delicious, if we're not having that then we're having cereal. Cuddling is a perfect bridge, or maybe even the chorus. Everyone loves cuddles." He points out, wondering what the rest of the song would be about. "The Horans," He jokes, thinking that Harley Horan doesn't sound half bad. "We'll get you a good one, don't worry. I'm on first name basis with a majority of the guitar shop owners in London." He says, and it's a more truthful statement than he intended it to be. "I could just lie and say I have it without actually getting one, I'm hoping that- one day- you'll be seeing it."

Straight From the Heart || Harley and Niall

Instead of saying anything back, Harley just receives the kiss with a smile, which just increases at his incredibly sappy comment. “If I had known that making you say that a Harley and Ireland are equal would only happen once we were dating, I would have done this ages ago.” She was definitely exaggerating a bit, because she probably wouldn’t have ever wanted the beginning of their relationship to be different. “You can do the math. I’m no longer in any kind of school for a reason. It’s pretty hard.” Harley dramatically admitted right after Niall made the big show. “I might even have to debut our band’s first single about the woes that I face everyday being your girlfriend.” Biting her lip and cringing at the high note, Harley began to pick at Niall’s shirt where probably half of his food had disappeared to. “You should get me one of those guitars that Hannah Montana had. Bedazzled and stuff. You’re a lovely singer in the morning, by the way.” Maybe learning Spanish wouldn’t be a bad thing after all. “You’re right, but I’m pretty sure I’ll just be learning mean names to tease Reed with now.” If she couldn’t be the sappy one in the friendship, then she might as well start loving him with teasing remarks. “If you get a piercing on your dick ever, I might just have to break up with you. As much as I would have to have a tattoo of your pretty face on me, I’ll go for something more hardcore.” 

"They were equals before that too, but I didn't want to tell you until I was sure I could reel you in." Niall says, because no matter how much pride he has for his Ireland he can still put Harley first every once in a while. "Okay, there should not be any math. That's why I became a singer, I'm shit at it." Maybe that's why they get along so well, their hatred of math bonds them. "You can complain about the breakfast in bed, or maybe my mad cuddling skills. It'll top the charts for sure. We should both play guitars in our band, also we need a name." Niall has half the mind to call Harry because he thought their name was strange at first too but look where they are now? "If we're going to be punk rock, it's going to have to be black and silver bedazzling." He points out, because he isn't exactly sure who Hannah Montana is but she doesn't sound too punk. "We all have to start somewhere, and that's great motivation." He doubts they'll hold out very long, probably spilling what they're saying quickly, but it doesn't hurt to try. "I could just lie and say I have one, it's not like I show fans my cock often. First, thank you for calling me pretty. Second, my face is hardcore as fuck."

It's A Bromance || Reed and Niall

"I love when you flirt with me. It reminds me that you and I have the best bromance of all time," Reed replies, poking Niall’s shoulder. He claps at the somersault and wraps his arms around the other as soon as he gets back. "I mean..it’s her school too, so even if she didn’t go with me, she’d still go," He chuckles, ruffling the singer’s hair. "But, I’d like that very much, thank you. Yes, Niall Horan is one of my best mates. That’s what they say in Europe,” He mocks, as if he were showing Niall off to everyone from his old school.

"Why do you need a reminder, huh? Don't you just feel the love?" Niall asks, squinting his eyes at his supposed bromantic love of his life. He theatrically bows, proud of himself, but still happier to dive into Reed's arms. "Even better, she'll be there and she can see us very much happy. Is there a dance floor at American reunions? If so, I demand you dip me." He says seriously, because even though Reed's totally the girl he's still the taller one. "There you go! Way to pick up the culture. I will even do a speech to what an amazing person you are, it will be awesome."

Straight From the Heart || Harley and Niall

"Okay, you’re hanging out with Harry too much." Harley declared, poking him back after he nudges her. Shaking her head at the sight of Niall having fun with his burger, Harley hands him a napkin to clean up the mess that he had created. "Ya sure?" She taunts him. "Yes, you’ve very involved. Thank you." But instead of kissing him like she should, she just squeezes his cheeks with adoration since Niall’s mouth was covered with ketchup. When the two had declared their feelings for each other, Harley was hundred percent sure that however Niall ate in front of her during their friendship was as nice as it would ever get. There was no room for complaining now. "Yes, and the other one percent includes your guitars and Ireland. This relationship is kind of abusive." Pleased that Niall followed suit in getting comfortable in the bed, she rolls to her side so that she was facing him. "I won’t need any guitars, I think I’ll be fine. We’ll just dedicate the whole right side of the house for your guitars. They’re precious to you, anyway." Intrigued at the thought that the two could talk in code in front of everyone else made learning Spanish that much more fun. "What’s so secret that you would want to hide anyway?" Most of the conversations that they had were about simple things, so she was pretty confused. "But piercings are on like soft tissues! Tattoos are like everywhere."

"There's no such thing." Niall sniffles, scooting closer so he can kiss right below her ear instead of poking her back. "Absolutely, Irish trumps everything. Except Harleys, I've decided they can be equals when the Harley in question is being nice." He makes a funny face and crosses his eyes when she squeezes his cheeks, before pulling away to wipe his face. "I think Ireland might be at least five percent, actually... We can do the math later. This relationship is pretty rough, I don't know how you're handling it." He agrees, fake punching her shoulder and of course making the animated fighting sounds to go with it. "I'll get you a really pretty guitar, maybe one where all the things are labeled. They are precious, but not as precious as you!" He sings the you like Gotta Be You and taps her nose because maybe he has spent a little too much time with Harold. "I don't know, I'm sure there will be times when we don't want everyone in our business. Maybe even just making fun of Reed, he would be so funny." He says, already putting a reminder in his brain to go look up some dirty words. "Not always! There are the ones that go on the top of your ears, or the dick ones. You could tattoo my face on yourself, that'd be great."

Straight From the Heart || Harley and Niall

"Yes, I know. No need to remind me." Harley rolls her eyes seeing that Niall took every opportunity to compliment her on something, even if it was silly. "I’m sorry! You can proceed with your making out or whatever you do with your food." She says while she leans away from him. "I might just do that. Seeing that the fries actually like me.” Taking one of Niall’s fries to replace the one that he took, she takes one bit and laughs. “Can you even cut back on that many fries? That’s huge dedication right there, Niall.” Raising her brows at how quick and rushed Niall had seemed to get that statement out, Harley started to poke fun at him once again. “Then remember next time to not make fun of me.” As she listened to Niall ramble on about the things that he had planned for sometime in the future, Harley set the plate of food back on the nightstand so she could lay back in bed comfortably. “A room solely dedicated to guitars? I might not even be on board with that when I do learn some chords.” Then again, with the collection of guitars that he had right now, maybe an area where they weren’t clogging space up in the closet was not a bad idea. “Spanish might not be a bad thing, after all.” Shrugging her shoulders at the vision of the band that the two Niall wanted to make, she was caught at imagining Niall with any piercings whatsoever. “So you give me the most pain. How gentlemanly of you, Niall.”

"It was a boy-friendly reminder. Get it?" Niall nudges her, pretty proud of that one. Of course, her comment makes him make exaggerated kissy faces at his burger and slowly eat a french fry in the most seductive way possible- resulting in getting ketchup on his chin and surrendering as he reaches over for a napkin. "No french fry can ever replace an Irish man," He says confidently, even though he eyes them for a second before continuing eating. "It's a real show to you about how involved I am in our relationship, I mean these things are fucking amazing." He would slow down on the fries if necessary, but he sincerely hopes he won't have to. "Ninety nine percent of our conversations revolve around me making fun of you. What else will we fill conversation with?" He puts his plate away too, lying on his side so he can still see her face. "You'll get hooked, it's truly an addiction. You can have a room for your guitars too?" He offers, because maybe a wing of their house can be dedicated to instruments. "It'll be fun! We could have conversations around the others without them knowing what we're saying." He doesn't think he needs to specify others, a majority of their friends mutual since she was on their tour. "Hey, piercings can be a lot of pain! I could get my eyebrow or something, I'm a real team player."

Kings and Queens (and Princesses) || Lina & Ni

"Yeah, she was my adorable little nurse and made me food and cuddled me. She gave me better treatment than any doctor would have," she added with a laugh. Cora stood up on her tippy-toes and gave Niall’s cheek a quick kiss. "Thanks, Niall. I’ll be sure to keep you in the loop." She playfully rolled her eyes at his silly threat and joined him at the table. "Yeah, well, you’re number one in being stupid so nyeah," she said and stuck out her tongue like a child. Cora propped open her box of pizza and grinned as the steam danced upwards. Her mouth was watering since she hadn’t eaten anything else today so she was damn excited for this pizza. "Prepare to experience defeat, loser."

"All doctors say is drink fluids and rest, cuddles are the real solution. I love Bree. You have to bring her around more often, I don't get to see her enough." Niall says, wiping his cheek just to mess with her but smiling all the while. "There's no way I'm number one stupid, you have met my bandmates right?" He questions, because he's at least number two on that one. "You're all talk," He scoffs, before leaping up to grab them both drinks reasoning that they'll need something to wash the greasy food down. "Ready? On your marks, get set, prepare to get get completely decimated, go!" He says, taking a giant bite of pizza before another thought occurs to him and he speaks with his mouth full. "This is going to take awhile."

It's A Bromance || Reed and Niall

"Silly chit chat is the worst," He agrees with a small yawn, downing some of his own beer. He looks through the movies and hums to himself, deciding on the Emma Roberts movie he has yet to see. "This one," He murmurs, eyeing the back of the case as he cuddles closer to Niall, pulling the blanket over them both.

"My flirting doesn't count as silly chat though," Niall clarifies, because he still plans to do that. "Fantastic choice!" He praises, hopping up and doing somersault over to put the DVD in. Rejoining Reed on the couch, the movie starts playing with the standard amazing character development of an Emma Roberts movie. "I will totally go with you for your school reunion if she doesn't. Blow all those bastards out of the water."

Straight From the Heart || Harley and Niall

"You’re becoming just as sappy as Reed now," Harley says. She really wasn’t all that bothered by how incredibly sappy and affectionate Niall had become over the course of their relationship, but she wasn’t going to give him the extra boost of self-confidence or she wouldn’t hear the end of it. "Hey," Harley lightly slaps Niall’s hands at his answer. "That was where you were supposed to reassure me that you would never do that. Now I’m going to never want to go eat somewhere that serves french fries with you now." She figures that if she intermingles some bites of the rather-large hamburger as she picks at her fries, maybe it would fool her body into thinking that it was still breakfast. Sure it still wasn’t going to make it any easier on her blood sugar level, but it seemed like they were going to stay in majority of the day so why worry about her diabetes? Dropping her head with an unamused expression, Harley raises her brows up. "So no more kisses for Mr. Horan?" Playing with one of her last pieces of fries, she looked down to inspect at her fingers. Niall always poked fun at her tiny body and Harley would just roll her eyes each time, knowing that he never truly meant it. "You’re going to teach me how to play guitar?" Harley laughs, amused at the thought of her ever playing an instrument in the first place. "What kind of duet are we going to be?"

"I'm supposed to be sappy with you, you're my homegirl. And girlfriend, you're that too." Nial; reminds her, like somehow she had forgotten overnight. "Watch the burger!" He scolds, shielding his food defensively. "I am officially giving you permission to leave me for an actual bucket of fries. As a completely unrelated sidenote, we should only order small portions of fries from now on." He says, stealing one of hers just to do it regardless of the pile on his own plate. "Now let's not get ahead of ourselves here," He rushes to get that thought out of her head because that will not work and reaches over to nudge her chin up. "Definitely, that way you'll be on board when I dedicate an entire room to guitars- which I'm working on, but I think that's for a different house than this one. Also Spanish, because I've been working on mine and you'll have to quiz me so in turn you'll learn too." Niall had been thinking about these things for so long that he sort of forgot he had to include her in the loop. "Punk rock with that hair cut of yours. I'll go bleach blond, get some piercings- you'll have to get the tattoos though, because those needles are still scary."

It's A Bromance || Reed and Niall

"Yeah, eating is comforting and all that," He shrugs, patting Niall’s tummy as soon as he slides off him. "Oh yeah? Ten? That’s a whole lot of movies. Looks like we’ve got a busy night ahead of us," He laughs, allowing his lips to curl up slightly. "So um…what first?" He asks, finishing off the first poptart and moving straight on to the next.

"An incredibly busy night. You're booked solid with cuddles and alcohol, there's no time for this silly chit chat." He scolds, going over and grabbing the first five he thinks Reed will like before dumping them on Reed's lap. "Pick whatever you want, I'm up for anything." He steps out for a minute to put away his empty beers and get them both fresh ones for whenever Reed finishes his. A blanket in hand, he returns to the couch and rests his head on Reed's shoulder, peering over to see which one he picked. 

Straight From the Heart || Harley and Niall

"Because every morning with a Harley is a good one, right?" Harley slightly teases Niall’s past romantic gestures. It wasn’t like she didn’t find them cute, because she really did, but she liked to poke fun at the blonde sometimes. Receiving the plate of food carefully, she leaned back against the headboard. "That’s what scares me. What if you leave me for a basket of fries? What am I going to do then?" Harley was totally not being serious, but maybe she did have her small insecurities about their relationship. Shaking her head to herself when her lips didn’t exactly land where they were supposed to go, Harley carefully balanced the plate between her legs so she could properly place a kiss on his lips. "So then I won’t have to later when you taste like hamburger." Eating one fry, she was simply amused at the sight of Niall taking his first bite. Maybe she should be disgusted by the sight, but she wasn’t. Using her thumb to brush away the ketchup that managed to stay behind, she commented, "I’m not sure, I’m pretty sure you’re the cutest one out of the both of us."

"Damn straight," Niall still doesn't think she completely understands that he's not just saying these things, he means them one hundred percent and he'll keep saying them until she does. "I wouldn't leave you just for a basket of fries. Maybe, like, a bucket." He holds out his hands about a foot apart, wondering where he could get that many fries at once. There has to be somewhere in the world he can go. "You know you love my fast food taste, Ms. Morning Breath." He teases, wrinkling his nose at her playfully. It's completely hypocritical since he has the absolute worst, but he takes what he can get. "I can't believe we can be in the same room, without like exploding. It's a lot of cute for one place to handle." He says, and he should've known that she'd start all dainty like with a single fry. "You've got tiny fingers, it's going to be a problem when I eventually teach you how to play a guitar and we leave this silly boyband business to become a duet."

It's A Bromance || Reed and Niall

Reed pulls his t-shirt up to rub at his eyes, because maybe he was a little teary, maybe not, but no one except Niall really needs to know that. “Food. Beer,” He responds, taking another bite of his slightly forgotten poptart. “I’m really good at emotional binge eating, you know?” He informs Niall, talking a little faster than usual. “One time when I was really upset I ate five slices of pizza, three little microwavable mac and cheeses, two cosmic brownies and a whole tub of cookie dough.”

"Holy shit, you were practically a machine. I really like to eat, mate, but that's impressive." He doesn't know whether to pat him on the back or make him talk through his feelings instead of eating them but either way he ends up scooting over so he's not lying on Reed's lungs and both of them are in reach of their drinks. "We should watch a really funny movie. I've got like ten I've been wanting to watch but haven't got around to." He says, motioning towards the shelf where his DVDs are all lined up. He keeps his house pretty neat, so the only things not in their places are the mail and one of Harley's jackets.